Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.